What? Oh, I guess you did say that. But seriously, everyone awesome I'd want to get an interview with is dead. Where are all the living legends? And I'm not talking about Margaret Atwood.
Maybe you should just write a piece called "Sex With Groupies." That'd be more interesting than the 95 THOUSAND FUCKING REVIEWS I'm going to get this week. I told you someone emailed me something he said "wasn't really a story," and "isn't even that good," right? WTF? Like I'm gonna publish it now? Seriously, I need non-shit fiction, and ConU students are lazy motherfuckers with no talent (at least in terms of the people who are submitting things to me at the paper).
I don't think I'm in a good head space for quiet introspection.
I don't dream very often so I tend to have boring sleeps. When I do dream they're fantastically bizarre. Apparently I feature in other people's dreams more frequently than my own. Sometimes those are entertaining.
Maybe you should just write a piece called "Sex With Groupies." That'd be more interesting than the 95 THOUSAND FUCKING REVIEWS I'm going to get this week. I told you someone emailed me something he said "wasn't really a story," and "isn't even that good," right? WTF? Like I'm gonna publish it now? Seriously, I need non-shit fiction, and ConU students are lazy motherfuckers with no talent (at least in terms of the people who are submitting things to me at the paper).
I don't dream very often so I tend to have boring sleeps. When I do dream they're fantastically bizarre. Apparently I feature in other people's dreams more frequently than my own. Sometimes those are entertaining.